A gentle breeze swept through the dense forest, carrying a sweet, pungent smell. Before long, lush vegetation grew beneath the corpses of more than a dozen savages. The once bustling scene instantly fell silent. No one knew who had done it, but a nameless fear immediately ran down their spines, chilling them to the bone!

"No! Don't kill me! I was just passing by, I promise!"

Suddenly, an old man slowly floated down from the top of a giant tree. His clothes were tattered, his face was painted in a way that resembled a ghost, and his hunched figure looked like he was about to die. Yet, despite his appearance, the words he spoke were full of energy and resounded!

The ragged old man raised his hands, his eyes showing no sign of panic, and continued to scan his surroundings. Years of walking on the edge of life and death had given him an unusually sensitive sense of death. Although he didn't see anything, he was very certain that there was a sharp and imposing sword aura, full of killing intent, just inches away from his brow!

If I had done that to them last night, I probably would have ended up like those savages!

"Fellow Daoist, please don't be agitated. I truly meant no harm. I was just passing by. These dead savages are none other than the infamous Imprisoned Plant Tribe in the vicinity. Relying on their innate bloodline, they can merge with the surrounding plants, thus evading the divine sense scans of cultivators. They have slaughtered countless cultivators here. Today, Fellow Daoist's intervention can be considered as ridding the people of a scourge. Congratulations!"

The old man spoke with a firm and righteous tone, which made people believe him to some extent. Regardless of whether he was right or wrong, at least from the momentum of his speech, one could feel an inexplicable sense of righteousness, which unconsciously increased people's trust in him!

Feeling the sharp sword energy at his brow subside slightly, a hint of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes. He quickly pressed his advantage, saying:

"I've been surviving here for hundreds of years, just an unknown scavenger. What proper cultivator would come to this remote and impoverished place? Not only do I have to be wary of the traps and mechanisms secretly set up by the native tribes, but I also have to avoid those gifted demons. It's a miracle that I've survived until now..."

The sharp sword energy between his brows receded slightly, and even the stagnant air around him began to move slowly. The ragged old man secretly breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said:

"The Imprisoned Plant Tribe is skilled in using insidious poisons. They use the essence and blood of unmarried women in the tribe as a base, mixed with unique plants of the tribe, and imprinted with special techniques to create a product specifically designed to paralyze the massive bodies of demon races. Of course, it is also effective against cultivators..."

However, the Prisoner Tribe is a native primitive tribe here, whose main food sources are planting and hunting. Compared to the petite bodies of cultivators, they prefer the massive bodies of demons. However, in recent years, with the popularity of their tribal cultivation techniques, they have also started targeting cultivators. But this place is vast and sparsely populated, and rarely visited by humans. Normally, no cultivators would come here. Apart from scavengers like myself, you wouldn't even see a ghost..."

The ragged old man stared intently at the void before him, paused, and then continued:

"Fellow Daoist's strength is unfathomable; I am naturally no match for them, and there's no need for me to be on guard. I haven't lived long enough yet, so I won't go back to seek my own death. As for these two cultivators afflicted with the Yin Poison, Fellow Daoist need not worry. The Imprisoned Plant Tribe is bloodthirsty and flesh-loving; the Yin Poison only has a paralyzing effect, especially targeting the meridians of cultivators, but it has no fatal effect. After all, they still need to be taken back to the tribe for food; how could they poison themselves? They will be able to detoxify themselves in a little while..."

There was no further movement at the brow, and the sweet, fishy smell in the air began to slowly dissipate. The old man's eyes lit up, knowing that his words had not been in vain and had dispelled the man's intention to kill him. He immediately closed his lips and said no more.

However, his dark, bright eyes darted around nimbly, constantly scanning the surrounding forest, clearly showing great curiosity about the peerless master who had never shown himself!

Li Sisui slowly got up, shaking his dizzy head, looking annoyed. If it weren't for the small booklet of techniques he had practiced, which could be used with just a thought, he would have really become cannibalistic tribe's meal this time. He originally thought that the Slow Sword Domain would protect him completely, but who would have thought that no matter how much he guarded against it, he still couldn't guard against the insidious poison...

The ragged old man stared in disbelief as Li Sisui slowly rose to his feet, his mouth agape.

"How is this possible? How could you act so quickly? Such a large dose of the insidious poison, even that huge black-eyed golden eagle is still paralyzed and unconscious, it's simply unbelievable..."

Li Sisui moved his limbs, and the tingling sensation slowly disappeared, finally returning to normal. He quickly got up and helped Leng Rushuang up. The latter looked at him with a smile, seemingly unconcerned about the near-death experience. Li Sisui didn't turn his head and said:

When will this poison completely disappear?

"Aren't you already able to move freely?"

I'm talking about her!

As he spoke, Li Si gestured to Leng Rushuang in his arms, and the old man suddenly realized:

"That's hard to say. I only know that this poison is usually not fatal, but how long it will take for him to wake up is uncertain. Look at you, you recovered almost immediately, who can say for sure..."

As he spoke, the ragged old man gave Li Sisui a meaningful look, becoming even more wary of the peerless master who was hiding somewhere. Little did he know, the peerless master he longed for was both far away and right before his eyes...

"Isn't there any way to speed up the recovery?"

"There is a way, as the saying goes, the one who tied the knot must untie it. To quickly get rid of the paralysis, the Imprisoned Plant Tribe needs to water the plants with their unique spring water. The poisoned person only needs to drink a few sips, and they will be back to normal in less than half an incense stick's time!"

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